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Dec 2015
My hands they dance
My fingers too
They fling these words onward to you
These words they speak my voice for me
Myself made clear
Myself made free
All now clear
Letters whisper words to hear.
I leap from this poem to reach you.
Jared Coulter
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Jared Coulter  Redding CA
(Redding CA)   
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